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A/N: A long first chapter. This idea was new to me, and the characters may be a little different than you imagine they were, but see that saying up there? "Unleash your imagination"? Yeah, when I put this up, I had the understanding that they were talking to me, the publisher of the fic. So it's MY imagination that you're reading into. There should be two, or three chapters at the most. I won't continue this fic, after the final chapter, so please don't ask me to. Please give constructive criticism, and don't murder me, because Bella--well you read, and you'll find out what happened. This is an EmmettxBella original, and don't say I didn't warn you cause I did. You don't like the story, then tough. :) I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but I see how some people review other pieces. It's not my fault, that things happen the way they do. That's just it, they do. So read, hope you enjoy. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. Oh, and, Happy Reading!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon, or Emmett and Jake's sexy looks. Stephenie Meyer does. I do, however, own any weird personalities or choices that are made in this fic, so I claim them. And if you think this story is good, then, hey, I take that as a compliment. :)

Chapter 1: Lakes, Cafés, and a Movie at Dusk

"Bella, don't be
difficult. I'll just be gone for a couple of days, that's all,"
Edward stated, trying to seem convincing, yet failing terribly. My
face grew hot; I felt like the wind had been kicked out of me.

A couple of
days?! I couldn't last a couple of hours without
him, let alone a couple of days. I let my eyes reach his, trying to
find some means of a compromise, and a way out. I needed to be
reasonable, so I asked a question that would surprise him, but give
me my answer at the same time.

"Why so long? I
mean, why a couple of days? Why not just one?" I tried to hide
the poutiness in my voice and the upset, I tried to create the
impression that I was asking only for formality, but I couldn't. I
leaned on him while he brought his hand to my cheek to cup my face to
his, and he kissed me shortly. He pulled back so I could better see
his face and I held a sadness in my eyes that his own deep auburn
pair reflected almost exactly if not more handsome.

"I need to,
love. It's inevitable. I haven't been out for...two weeks, at
least. You understand, don't you?" He put on a "puppy dog"
face that I was most unfamiliar with, as a loud, booming chuckle came
from the other couch and I jumped surprised at the loudness of it. I
had forgotten that Emmett was sitting in the same room watching TV.
I forget all surroundings with Edward a lot of the time. "What're
you laughing about?" Edward whipped at Emmett who continued shaking
and chortling simultaneously.

"You understand,
don't you, darling?" Emmett teased, and pulled his quivering
lip down into his own version of a "puppy dog" face. He was
unintentionally showing his face as an actor would in an intense
romance scene.

"Leave us alone,"
Edward growled and his face grew hard above mine. Emmett flipped off
the TV and walked out of the room, as Edward turned his beautiful
face back to my own insufficient features and I frowned a little.
"So? That's alright, right?" He coaxed his words with a
seductive flow in an attempt for me to agree quickly.

I looked away dizzily,
yet still disappointed, and muttered, "Yeah, whatever," and he
brought my chin to face him again.

"I'm sorry," he
said as he reached down to push his cool lips against my own, and I
urgently took the gesture as an opportunity to fit in one last hard
kiss. I left my lips there, and he waited about a second, after my
tongue brushed longingly on his bottom lip, to pull away.

He smiled his crooked
smile, pulled some hair from the front of my face, and brushed his
fingers to the side of my cheek, leaving a burning after his cold
fingertips left my face. He reached down to kiss the hollow at the
bottom of my throat, and I held in my breath, knowing well that my
erratic heartbeat would be heard by him. Sure enough, his kiss at my
throat ended as his lips pulled into a smile, and he ended with a
brush against the skin at my jaw.

"I'm going to miss
that, y'know," he laughed softly and stood up faster than my eyes
would and could register. Stupid human restraints.

"Wait--now?" I sat
up, both sad and angry, trying to control my facial expressions,
hoping that it would work and I wouldn't look like a helpless fool;
it didn't. "What am I...? What am I supposed to do, for two
days?" I pulled my legs up to my chest and hugged my knees to
myself looking at the couch cushion.

He held an expression
that was clearly trying to hold back a laugh and he eyed me
sympathetically. "If it's not a problem...maybe you could spend
time with Emmett or Carlisle at the hospital...or go fishing...with
Charlie. I dunno, or...surprise me when I get back," he looked
down at her hopefully.

I narrowed my eyes back
at him trying an angry face, and attempting to hold in a laugh
myself, "Well, it's not much of a surprise if you know about it
beforehand," I pouted. "I love you," I said and reached my
arms up in a hug.

He offered his hands
and pulled me up along with him, using no effort at all, hugging me
back, pulling me away for a second, and kissing me below my ear. I
giggled and he whispered 'Goodbye' in my ear, letting go and
walking out the front door with Jasper, and Esme. Carlisle was at
the hospital, Rosalie and Alice were out shopping and Emmett was
probably waiting in the kitchen for me to finish with Edward.

I grabbed the remote,
curled up to one side of the couch and turned the TV on changing the
channels. "You can come in now," I said quietly to Emmett in the
other room, as if he didn't already know. Emmett walked in with a
small snack-sized bag of chips and a bottle of Coke. He sat down
next to me and placed it in my hands, and I smiled at him.

"What's this for?"
a smile still on my face, as he held his hand open for the remote.

He turned to me, with a
slightly curious expression. "I heard you sulking when his car
drove off. I don't want you to starve yourself while he's gone,"
he tried casually.

"Um, thanks," I
said, my eyes still on him as he took back the bag of chips. "So..."
I tried for small-talk, "What are you gonna do today?" He looked
back at me, leaving the remote on his lap and the TV station on a
quiet soap opera.

"Um...jeez, I dunno,"
he sighed. "Probably go for a swim at the lake, or maybe go for a
drive to La Push, one of the beaches off the reservation, and on the
coast. Did you want to come?" he asked. "We could go to lunch,
I mean, I wouldn't eat, but I'd take you, if you wanted to. So?"

I thought it over a
bit. Other than this plan that Emmett had to take me swimming, I had
nothing else to do. I finished all of my homework with Alice, and
Charlie was out fishing as usual. It sounded like a good idea, but I
had a mood change, and I felt up to experimentation. Nothing too
major, but something small enough for good laughs.

Wait did he say La
Push? Maybe Jake'd be there. I mean we're not going on the
reservation, but maybe...I hope I could see him...I'd really like a
swim, though.

"That sounds great;
these summer heats are killing me..." I said not paying much
attention to Emmett; no, I was thinking about what he'd say if I
asked him what I was itching to do.

"Yeah, my body seems
to be getting a little warm, too," he joked and rubbed his forearm,
smiling at me widely. He opened the bag of chips as gently as was
possible; he could easily break the bag, and scatter the chips
everywhere. I took it back slowly, and he looked at my face,
confused.

"What is it?" he
asked, impatient.

"Can I...?
Err...can I drive? There?" I added hopefully. Then I my eyes met
up to his eyes and he looked like he was about to laugh again,
probably wondering why I was getting worked up and anxious, just
because I wanted to drive--I was starting to wonder about that, too.

"Okay, if you want.
But on one condition."

"What's that?" I
said a bit dazed, lost in thought.

"I" he placed his
hand on his chest "...get to drive home. Understood?"

"Um, okay..."

We left the house with
my truck, my foot pushing the gas pedal, the speed hovering at its
limit's capacity, 50 miles per hour. I wasn't embarrassed; I
liked my truck, and I liked going at this speed. I peeked over at
Emmett for only a second, and he looked straight back at me, with a
smile playing at his lips. He laughed almost quietly, and it was a
new pleasant laugh -it was unusual, because Emmett always found me as
entertaining whenever I was around him, and his booming laugh was
ever present- that made me want to smile back, but I held it in.

"What is it?"

"Is this how fast you
usually drive?" he asked, still laughing, but quieting down.

My eyes left his and
focused back to the road. "Well, yeah, this is as fast as it goes.
I'm afraid to go any faster, and I don't want to lose my truck."

"You surprise me,
Bella. I mean, as many times as Edward has driven you to and from
school, you like to drive slow. Ha." He shook his head, looking
out the window, obviously from a newer perspective as he is inured to
going at an unnaturally rapid speed common to vampires.

I rolled my eyes and
turned into Charlie's parking spot, pulling my keys out of the
ignition and opening my door. Emmett and I walked in through my
front door, and he waited downstairs in the living room while I ran,
carefully, upstairs to my room. I pulled out a dark brown tote bag
with teal butterflies on the side, and pulled open my drawers.

Remembering that I
hadn't brought out my bikini since I went to First Beach, I brought
pulled out all of my clothes from my dresser drawer, and fished for
the aqua halter tankini top with white polka dots and bottom. I
threw them on the bed along with two extra outfits for me to change
in to later, and I walked back into the bathroom to fetch some
sunscreen and two towels.

"Emmett! Do you need
a towel?" I shouted from the top of the stairs.

"No, thanks," he
shouted back lightly.

"Kay!"

I went back into my
room, stuffed my clothes, towel, and sunscreen into my bag, and threw
my clothes from today into the hamper. I drew my swimwear on and
pulled a white camisole and a pair of capris over it. I slung my bag
over my shoulder and pulled my hair up into a ponytail with a rubber
band.

Running down the
stairs, I tripped on the last step and my hands and knees rubbed
against the carpet, resulting in rug-burn. Emmett stood up, with
thunderous laughter, and helped me up.

"You...okay...?" he
asked, laughing between words, and scooping me up from the ground.

"Yup," I said,
sounding much more excited than I should have been, considering I
just got hurt physically...again. I waved my hands in the air to get
the makeshift wind to cool the new sore. I was much too used to
getting hurt in my own house that the "hurt" part of "getting
hurt" didn't affect me, and it was as normal as rain is in Forks.

Emmett glanced at me
for a second, still laughing as I grabbed my bag, pulled it over my
shoulder, and followed me out the door. I started up the car.

"Okay, where to?" I
asked excited for the day ahead. It was sunny, much too warm for
Forks, and Emmett was easy to talk to, when he wasn't making fun of
me. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and long, baggy pants, and I
was wearing loose clothes with the wind blowing on my face and a few
rays of sun kissing my cheeks. Emmett was looking at me but I didn't
take a second thought.

"Go near the forest.
I assume Edward has shown you the meadow. Yes, do you know how to
get there?" Emmett asked in a businesslike tone.

"Yes," I smiled
quietly. I felt a bit safer when Edward was there taking me through
the forest running, or on those few occasions that we actually had
walked their way somewhere. I felt it would be competent to put my
trust into Emmett. "I don't know exactly where the meadow is;
Edward would let me ride on his back, or he'd carry me. But I know
how to drive out to the road that ends to...well, nowhere in
particular. Right?"

"Well, yeah. So we
can just park over there. The lake isn't as far in as the meadow
is, so we can walk to the lake." He glanced back at me, reached
his arm to my right hand. He held it, acted as if he was inspecting
it. "Okay, I guess I can run you there. It might be a bit
safer...which is exactly what you need."

I turned onto the dirt
road, the one that my rugged truck was made for, and the one where
Edward gave me his first kiss. Butterflies were fluttering in my
stomach, and my cheeks grew hot, while I shifted my eyes back at
Emmett, still staring at me. I glimpsed at him, and changed the
gear, putting the car in park, and removing the key from the
ignition. He shook his head slightly and out of his trance, as I
smiled at him. He opened his door, and I frowned. I turned to my
door, and he was outside of my door opening it waiting for me to get
out.

I grabbed my bag and he
pulled out his small backpack helping me to put on both, so he could
easily hold me up on his back. I piggy-backed Emmett and he took
off, the green trees and shrubs resembling a blur. The mist that
hung under the canopy, even though the day was sunny, blanketed my
cheeks.

We started to slow down
at an opening in the trees. The banks here were green, like the
grass in the meadow, and two oaks tree branches entwined with vines
at the lake's entrance, creating a doorway for us. The sunlight
shone through the top of the trees, and it played nicely against the
lake water, radiating a blue-green subsistence that mesmerized me
into a fascination, into reverie, as he lowered me to the ground.
The earth beneath me was damp and slanted slightly with my weight, as
I balanced and walked forward taking in every sight. The trance that
took hold let me walk to a small pool at one of the edges of the
lake.

I gazed back at Emmett
and he was watching me from the opening, his hand against one of the
trees. I smiled at him and he smiled back warmly, as I reached down
to a large sturdy stone next to the shallower pool on the edge of the
lake. It was flat, so I sat on top of it, setting down our bags.

"Can we...go in?" I
asked him, and in a flash he was next to me, leaning down to open the
bag and to bring out his towel, his eyes never leaving my face.

He smiled and nodded,
as his stood up to his full height and pulled off the hooded
sweatshirt that hugged at his enormous muscles. His skin was pale
and tight against his abs, and chest muscles. I watched in
fascination, as he enjoyed the attention. I followed tentatively in
his lead as I slipped off my camisole, and pulled the rubber band out
of my hair, shaking out the gathering of hair at the back of my head.
We never broke our focus on each other, and I stood up with him, my
eyes resting on his tight body. I unbuttoned my capris and slid them
off of my legs and onto the rock next to our bags. I felt a slight
chill, realizing at the same time, that it might not just be due to
the weather and temperature of this place. He pulled down his baggy
pants, and underneath were a pair of board shorts, that hung seemly
from his hips.

He was beautiful, and
my hollow at the bottom of my throat caught up with the feeling
stirring somewhere near my stomach. The corner of his
perfectly-shaped mouth pulled up into half a smile, he took off his
shoes, and he walked to the shallow pool. He turned back to me, as I
was fervently taking off my shoes and I followed him to the nearby
pool, itching to get inside with him. The feeling was weird; I
wanted to touch him. I had, in a way, wanted a confirmation that my
eyes had not deceived me, and that I wasn't hallucinating.

I reached my foot into
the water that was warm, yet a little off from what would be room
temperature. Emmett walked into the water far enough until it only
reached up to his waist. He turned back to me, gesturing me to come
in, and I walked into the pool, wading towards him ever so slowly.
He smiled, unwittingly luring me in and I felt a burning sensation in
my chest and stomach. I started off towards the other end of the
small lake; it was larger than a pond but smaller than a normal lake.
I circled him, and chilled my arms as they guided me around the
edges of the "pool". I stopped and waded right in front of him,
the burning sensation still present and rumbling.

On instinct, I stole a
gulp of breath and dove underwater, swimming around, hoping that it
would help to get me to him. I was just below the surface and even
from this angle, he resembled a runway model. I pulled myself above
water, my body less than a foot away from his. His chest was so
tempting and his eyes alluring. I smiled at him and his eyes
journeyed down to my chest. I admired his neck and jaw line,
reaching my small hands to his waist beneath the water. His large
hands grasped my waist gently and he pulled me up swiftly to kiss my
lips. His were cold and I closed my eyes, savoring what I thought I
could never have as long as I was human. He pulled his hands against
my back and I pulled my hands up to his neck. He lifted me up
against his rock hard chest, and my legs wrapped around his back, not
wanting this to stop. His tongue reached my bottom lip and my own
tongue responded to caress his bottom lip. He tugged at my bottom
lip slightly, and I released my lips from his. I still held onto
him, my arms around his neck, as tears escaped my eyes, and moans
slipped from my throat. I felt like a betrayer, to Rosalie, and
to...I couldn't even think the name, and Emmett instantly
understood. My head rested on his shoulder and he didn't question
my instantaneous release, as I silently wept into his arms.

"I'm...so...sorry..."
I gasped between words, and he pulled his right hand to the back of
my head stroking my hair, but this time in a brotherly gesture.

"I'm sorry...I...am
sorry, Bella," he said quietly, his voice breaking in unison with
my breaths. "I should've never...We..." he stopped. He hugged
me as gently as was possible, and I embraced him, hoping the tears
would stop.

"I...should've
never...led you on..." Emmett said quietly as my tears began to
cease, and he carried me to the rock with our bags and clothing.

"It's...not your
fault. This was...nice Emmett, thanks for...bringing me.
It's...beautiful here..." I managed to voice. "Can we leave?
...I'm...err...getting hungry..." I lied, as I pulled my towel
around me and wiped my face. I grabbed the rubber band, tied up my
hair, and kept my eyes away from his face.

He was looking down at
his towel and brought it to wipe down his body, as I wiped my self
down. I pulled down my fist clamped through my hair to bring out
some of the water. We both changed quickly, and pushed our things
into our bags. I wiped my face one last time, to stop the tears, and
Emmett was waiting at the entrance.

The ride back to the
truck was short, and it got me thinking. He wouldn't be
back here in Forks in two days...I could last two days. I'd just
have to behave. Wow, I never thought I'd have to tell myself
to behave. I walked up to the car to unlock his door before my own.
I threw the bags onto the seat and walked around the front hood to
unlock my door. I stuck the key in and turned grasping the handle.
Before the door was even displaced, a large hand shut the door, and
gently pulled my own hand off of the handle.

"Nope," I whipped
my head to face Emmett, his body above mine and his head towering
over my own.

"What?" I asked,
unintentionally narrowing my eyes at him.

"I'm driving, we
made a deal remember?'" he asked his face holding an innocent
expression.

"Oh. I forgot." I
opened his door and slid in the truck to the other side as he was
sitting waiting ready to go. I fastened my seat belt buckle and he
pulled out, revving the engine.

"No more than 55,
Emmett."

He sighed and turned on
the radio. A light techno/indie song was playing, as if it was
mocking us to forgive and forget about what had just happened. The
beat was nice, and the sun was still out, lightening my prior heavy
feelings that pulled at my chest.

We were in town within
15 minutes; even though I checked the speedometer, remaining
faithfully at 55 mph, we still seemed to get there faster with
Emmett's driving. He startled me with his booming voice, as he
cleared his throat, and I jumped in my seat, interrupted while
deciding what I "wanted" to eat. The thinking and stomach
churning that had occurred during our ride back to town made me a bit
hungrier than before. I instantly thought of Italian, and decided
that it reminded me of Edward. Not that that was a bad thing, but
after what had just happened, I needed something to take my mind off
of him, to calm myself down. I had a weird take on coffee; it
doesn't keep me up and running. In fact, I can sleep after
drinking it, even a mere half an hour later.

We stopped near a café
and he asked me if "here" was okay. I nodded as he passed me a
20-dollar bill, and I closed the passenger door behind me. I ordered
my iced coffee and a muffin, paid the cashier and walked out to find
my truck across the street. There were no cars in the road, and only
a couple of elderly were walking into small shops along the same
road. Emmett was waiting in the truck and I was sipping on the
straw, as someone's footsteps were behind me. I turned around
quickly, I might describe it as a knee-jerk reaction, really, and
there standing as the server of the footfalls was Jacob Black.

I surfaced from the
gulp of my coffee, and I took comfort in admiring his face with a
smile. "Hi, Jake," I said, as he smiled back at me, his russet
skin tight and chiseled glistening in the sun. "What're you
doing here?"

"My dad wanted to
pick up some supplies," he gestured towards a fishing supplies
store, where Billy Black was sitting his wheelchair through the
doorway, examining a rack of lures next to the front door of the
shop. He glanced up from the rack to look into the street at my
truck. With Emmett waiting inside, Billy Black whipped his face back
to the rack and muttered something to himself. "And I wanted to
say hi. Guess we didn't need to go to your house to do that."

"Nope, but you found
me," I smiled pleased. "Charlie's on a fishing trip anyway.
He'll be gone today and tomorrow," I waved my hand dismissively.
I was at a loss of what to say; Jake was easy to talk to, when a
subject of importance struck. But for right now, I was stuck. My
body tensed very slightly, and I didn't want to say goodbye yet.
"So...are you excited about being a...sophomore?" Nice, an
opportunity to bring up something more important and you ask about
school. "You're going to be a sophomore, right?"

"Yep, a sophomore,"
he said proudly. Well, he took this better than I thought he would.
"I hope it's better than this past year. Freshman year was a bit
of a drag. Anyway, I was wondering, if you weren't too busy
tomorrow, that maybe you'd want to go and catch a movie or
something? If you're busy then that's alright, maybe another
time," he smiled hopefully.

Whoa, I wasn't really
expecting that. But maybe it could work. Maybe a movie would be
good for me. I don't think I could handle another day with Emmett,
and Jacob's a guy that's easy to talk to. It might help me to
forget about what happened today.

"Okay, Jake. That
sounds like fun. Yeah, I'd love to."

"Err... I can pick
you up at your house if you'd like. I finally have my permit."

"All right, what
time?"

"We can eat lunch and
catch a movie in Port Angeles so I could pick you up at around...11?
Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sounds like a
plan, then," I smiled up at him feeling horribly short. First
Emmett and now Jake.

"Kay, then, tomorrow
it is. I'll see you then," Jake said as he walked to the fishing
supply store to join his father, still perusing the small shop.

"Yup," I said
happily as I continued to the passenger door of my truck with Emmett
still waiting.

"So, you're going
to a movie tomorrow, huh?"

"Yup," I said
again. "Oh and Emmett?" I said more seriously.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry about
earlier. I didn't mean for it to happen. Could you just do me a
favor?"

"Yes?"

"When he comes back,
could you try not to think about it. I don't want him to know."

"Yeah."

"Promise me," my
voice faltered a bit, yet it was firm pleading.

"Don't worry,
Bella. I promise. And don't you go off telling Rose about it,
either."

I nodded as I gazed out
the window, when we drove up to my driveway. I opened the door, and
stopped on my way out. I turned back to Emmett and he looked back at
me.

"We can go back
inside and watch TV. Or a movie, if you want. I have to shower.
And you can, too. Plus, you'll have to get out, this is my truck
remember?" I tried to lighten the mood.

"Okay," it seemed
innocent enough to the both of us. He parked the car in my spot, as
I was unlocking the front door to a very empty house. He closed the
door behind us. I went into the living room, and pulled the remote
from Charlie's table. He sat on the couch, and I handed him the
remote and dropped his bag next to the couch leg.

I undressed in my room,
and wrapped a robe, which was now too tight and short for even my
body, around me and shuffled into the bathroom to take a quick, warm
shower. My muscles evened up from the awkward position that I had
put myself in on the way home from the coffee shop. I felt plastered
to the door trying to collect my thoughts, and at this point I felt
rather silly for acting the way that I did. While in the shower, my
thoughts were still cloudy and I just anticipated how the day was
going to end. Part of me wanted to stay with Emmett, and to watch a
movie; I liked spending time with him, and this afternoon was a minor
mistake, right?

The short, quick shower
that I had planned was longer than I expected it to be. I wiped down
and put on my house clothes, before I brushed through my hair in
front of the bathroom mirror. The mirror reflected from my waist up,
and in the back I could see what the window in back showed. The sky
was now displaying dusk, as I pulled the towel through my hair once
again, and jogged down the stairs.

Emmett was squeezed on
the couch; his large figure seemingly found a way to fit on Charlie's
normal-sized furniture. I walked to the armrest, and patted his
shoulder.

"Hey." He didn't
twitch or acknowledge my presence except for a curt nod that I would
have missed, had I not been staring intensely for his reaction to
what my greeting.

"Uh..." I
stammered. "Did you...want to...watch something? A movie?" I
added, finally remembering what I wanted to ask.

He did his nod again,
that looked no more than an accident or a twitch, and the gesture
started to agitate me a little. I dragged my feet to the kitchen,
and pulled out a popcorn packet. The buttons beeped beneath my
fingers, and I was tapping my fingers on the counter rapidly; I was
nervous. I liked Emmett, but I didn't want this wall, that had
been built up in the space of one minute, to ruin our friendship.
The wall felt strangely solid, but I could see through it, like there
was hope on the other end, and I didn't want to lose that. I
looked back up to the microwave and there was still a minute and a
half left.

I ran upstairs to the
office to rummage through a dusty box nest to the small T.V. stand.
I pulled out the DVD, the outer cover advertising that this classic
had been "digitally remastered". Remastered or not, I loved the
movie, and I wasn't sure if Emmett had watched it or not. I closed
up the box, and jogged back downstairs, to find that Emmett hadn't
budged. My feet slapped the floor, and he turned around, which
surprisingly startled me. It looked like he had just noticed that I
was there and it was a very..."human" type reaction.

"Hey," he offered
first and I couldn't resist but smile. His previous stature had
made me tense before, but his warming voice was a quick comfort. His
fists balanced beneath him as he lowered himself to the ground at the
feet of the couch, on the soft carpet. I strode to a lamp, and
placed the disc into the DVD player, while simultaneously grabbing
the DVD remote.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP!

I pressed play, and set
the remote next to Emmett on the ground.

"I have to go get
that...um...be right back."

I stood up and strolled
into the kitchen, grabbing a large bowl from the top cupboard, and I
opened the door to the microwave. The smell of popcorn surrounded
the kitchen, and the hot package was puffed. I pulled the ends
emptying the contents into the bowl, and set it down on the counter.
I took a light green plastic cup from the cabinet, and poured some
Coca-Cola over loose ice cubes from the freezer. I brought the bowl
and my cup back into the living room, and jogged back upstairs, to
grab a large blanket from the closet. It was warm, and only as I was
running back down the stairs, did I notice how cool it was.

I sat back at the foot
of the couch next to Emmett on the carpet and set all of my stuff, so
that I could watch the movie in peace. I pulled, from the couch
behind me, four large pillows; two for me, and two for him. I set
mine down, and pressed play on the DVD remote. The title flashed on
the screen, followed by a teenage boy's voice, an actor we call
Emilio Estevez.

I stared up at his
face, waiting for his reaction. His expression remained puzzled,
curious...like he was learning something new.

"Haven't you seen
this before?" I pondered started to think he hadn't.

"No." He didn't
sound in the least bit offended and he didn't pick up the hint from
my question until about 10 whole seconds later. My jaw dropped, and
I sat up to gawk at him. "Am I supposed to?" he asked, now
seeming a teensy bit self-conscious.

I composed myself a
little more, being sensitive to his answer. "You really haven't
seen this movie before? It's a classic!" I added, a hint of
unknown hysteria escaping from my throat, before he could repeat his
answer.

"The...Breakfast
Club?" He still looked confused, wondering if he was supposed to
get something by saying the name after it had appeared not a minute
earlier.

"This movie is from
1985! It was, and still is, mentioned by our generation. I can't
believe you've never heard of it, let alone seen it." I was
still amazed; I'd said all I thought I needed to say.

"Nope," he said; he
was over guessing, and trying to retrieve a memory of the movie that
he obviously had not seen.

"Wow..."

I pressed play again
and we both settled in our spots next to the couch during the opening
credits. I fell asleep towards the end of the movie, comfortable on
the pillows in front of the TV. Emmett was near me, and his body
temperature felt like it was radiating to me. I pulled the blanket
up higher covering my arms and took a sip of my soda. Emmett was
still watching the movie, and it was quiet in the room, with the
lights dim.

"Hey...Bella...are
you still up?"

My eyes were drooping
closed, and my breathing was even before I answered.

"Mm-hmm..." my eyes
still closed.

I pulled myself up to
his height, even though he towered over me. His hand was behind my
hand holding him up and I was leaning on him.

"Did you like the
movie?" I asked groggily.

I felt his body shake
from his soft nod. His hand was next to mine, and let my hand hold
his. I was trying to find the words that he needed to hear, before I
went to sleep.

"Emmett?" my small
fingers danced on his large palm.

"Mmm?"

"Th-Thanks. For
today," I added before he could ask.

"No problem," his
voice sounded smooth.

I reached up to his
cheek to give him a small kiss. He pulled his arms to my waist, and
hugged me gently, afraid that he might crush me. I let my head rest
on his collarbone, and for one second he felt warm. I looked up to
his face, and he looked at me, with warm, butterscotch eyes.
Impulsively, I reached up to kiss him at the corner of his mouth, and
he kissed me back gently. He was inviting me in, and a part of me
wanted to oblige, but I lowered myself and just lay there in his
arms, as I drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Yay, the first day is finally over. This took me I think almost a week and a half or two weeks to write. School, friends, and writer's block were the culprits. Hopefully writer's block won't happen for the next chapter, and if it does, I'm really sorry! I'll try to update as soon as I can, when I'm free, and when I'm not juggling school work, family stuffs, and friend stuffs. :) Hope you like it so far, guys!

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